Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Roxette,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.